What he's done

Unfortunately, I think I may be the only person with a song association to the post title. One: It's a really awesome song on Guitar Hero. Two: if you are familiar with the first Transformers movie, it's a song in the soundtrack. Also, it's the first thing that popped into my head when I heard Eliza's announcement.

I was in my room trying to talk to Spence on Skype, alone, without any interruptions. Some other kindergarteners in the neighborhood had just gotten home, and so Grant & Jacqueline were busy running around the backyard with them; Mairyn & Eliza were happy playing & herding them around. I had had about 10 minutes of peace when Eliza came running in.

"Mommy, Mommy do you you know what Rider has done?"

"No, what?"

"He pooped. He POOPED in the driveway." (Rider is like, 2)

Really? I wasn't too concerned. I told her to go tell Rider's Mommy and she'll get it cleaned up. I asked if anyone was getting near it. No way! Alright, just go play on the other side of the yard until it's cleaned up. I moved with the computer out to the kitchen because it was about lunch time and kids would be getting hungry. That way, I could stay on Skype and help kids. I was at the table with my back to the door when I heard it open but no slam.

"Who was that?"

*cricket*cricket*

"Who came in the door and left it open?"

Silence. I thought I heard something down the hall so I went to investigate. It was Grant. He was scrabbling at the bathroom doorknob, but hiding his hands from me.

"Grant, what do you need?" I asked.
"Rider pooped Mommy." Grant blurted out.
"I know. Did you get into it?"
"No, RIDER pooped." he said again.
"I know sweetie, HE pooped. Not you. But what's wrong?"
"Well, his poo got on my bike wheel and I tried scraping it off and . . . uh . . . " he trailed off.

He had been trying to scrape the poo off of the wheel. Great. We deep-cleaned those babies, scraping under fingernails and even clipping them. And Grant did not protest. Usually, plipping (clipping) nails is akin to Chinese Water Torture. No screaming this time. He wanted the poo OFF. As did I. Over and over, he kept repeating,

"Rider pooped. Not me."

This kid was in preservation mode. For once, it was not something he had done and he wasn't taking the rap for it. No way, no how!